This was the first piece of poetry I ever learnt to recite, aged 11, sitting beside the stereo on Saturday mornings, rewinding the tape over and over again to play through this song and mouth the words.
I never quite managed to twist my tongue around those Brooklyn vowels, and I'm sure I didn't know what "rims and Timbs" were, but to me the foreign words glowed exotic.
Reciting the lyrics felt like a magical incantation that could transport me away from my drab town to a brightly lit place where someone was bashing a piano, people were dancing and Lauryn was rapping. All I had to do was shut my eyes and lie on the carpet, and sing along and teleport.
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